"Clang——!!!!"
A crisp, bright sound resounded, emerging from Xu Ran's body.
Then.
Xu Ran slowly opened his dazzling white eyes.
Afterward.
An exceedingly pure aura emanated from Xu Ran's body, swirling around him at a speed akin to mist billowing from mountains and a giant sea swallowing the moon.
During its rotation, the white waves became increasingly solid, eventually forming a giant sword.
This giant sword stood dozens of meters tall, and from top to bottom, it was enveloped in a pure white aura, bursting forth with a sharp and fierce momentum.
"Cut!"
The bald man was engulfed in the ever-expanding metal storm, surrounded by swirling iron scraps, his momentum growing larger.
Even so, the instant he saw the extremely pure white aura appearing behind Xu Ran, his face showed a flicker of panic and shock.
